We have 20 (F) outside. There's a lot of bright sunshine. We're in the beginning of a warming trend that will peak tomorrow with temps in the 40s (F) and rain. Then, our temps will drop again, climbing only slightly as we head into next week. I had hopped we might be getting a mild winter, that does not appear to be the case. This means I will have to spend more money on my heating bill than I would have liked. Utility expense are continuing to rise. I'm so glad we don't have one of those new data centers near me, otherwise I'm sure my electrical bill would have gone through the roof.
And I did do stuff yesterday. No workout, though. And I was supposed to get a ride in. That didn't happen. I did get a bunch of writing done. And I also baked some drop biscuits that were ho hum, just okay. Howie wasn't even interested, so maybe ho hum is being too kind. Dinner was a stromboli from Al's pizzeria. I was going to make pork stir-fry, but that didn't happen. I'll cook that this evening, making enough for tomorrow's lunch.
Yesterday was another sort of nappy kind of day. Overcast and cold all day. Yuck.
I did watch Seven Dials on Netflix last evening, all 3 episodes. Back when I was in the Navy, I was still a voracious reader and, lucky for me, the exchange store in Subic Bay sold paperbacks of almost all of Agatha Christie's mystery novels. Even though she is most known for her famous sleuths Hercule Poirot and Miss Jane Marple, she did write a number of books with other sleuths. Tommy and Tuppence were 2 of them, and they were interesting. The Seven Dials Mystery was a stand alone book, though Scotland Yard's detective Battle does show up in other Christie mysteries. I don't remember being impressed by the book, though as I watched the series certain elements did strike a familiar cord, one of which she later used in one of her better known books Death on the Nile. I thought the first 2 episodes were good, but in the 3rd, and what should be the most important, things began to unravel. Instead of having me on the edge of my seat, the reveal was disappointing.
Yesterday Elena Marcado gave her Noble Peace Prize to the Orange Anus. She is, I believe I'm putting this kindly, pretty much of a Twit. She gave him her prestigious award because she believes he will look kindly on her. She thinks he will help her become president of Venezuela. I don't doubt she believes in a lot of things, possibly even the tooth fairy. The Orange Anus has already called himself the "acting" president of Venezuela. He is not going to give that up. There's a pic of her leaving the White House with a red bag of MAGA swag. I do hope she understands that's all she's going to get, unless she turns full MAGA and lets the US bleed Venezuela dry.
And there are whispers circulating that Orangie's team is in the process of looking at recalibrating Minneapolis, since a majority of Americans are rejecting the violence they see ICE pursuing in that city. Sadly, that's not what Stevie Miller wants. So, I have my doubts on any sort of change.